Chapter 42

Damien sat in his room stating at the wall in the dark.

What else does she remember?

He began to lie down slowly. Hesitantly. Debating on returning to y/n's room.

(Probably not the best idea rn. Considering what you and Caine are doing LMAO)

Instead he pulled the sheets over his head. Memories had begun to flow back to him as he laid there.

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Back in the real world Before the circus

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The sun shone brightly through f/c curtains that did little to dim its light. A grumble rose from Damien's chest as the sunlight shined through. His dark hair was tossed about in all directions. Curly and mangled with sleep.

He groaned as he sat up.

Bzzt bzzt

y/n : Don't forget 10am!!! Also~ good morning sleepy head~

His groans disappeared as your name popped up on his phone screen. Quickly replace with a content happy smile.

Damien : wouldn't miss it if the world was ending :)

Y/n : that sounds pretty dramatic just for two coworkers going to a theme park for the weekend :p

He chuckled with a deep velvet tone his Adams apple bobbing up and down.

(imagine Damien's voice/chuckle like markipliers for reference)

The morning flew by fast as he quickly got dressed. Throwing on some ripped baggy jeans with his favorite band tee. Then of course topping it off with his well worn black converse.

You'd gotten him the band tee and converse years ago, but he still wore them as if they were both going out of style. That's just how Damien was. Always appreciative of the things you'd do for him. Always cherishing anything you gave to him.

His car roared to life as he drove his old 1960 chevelle he'd inherited when his grandfather had passed. The engine was still just as powerful as the day it had been made.

Meanwhile you were tripping over yourself as you scattered to get ready. The smell of coffee wafted through your apartment and soaked into it. Thick and rich with the cool air of morning. It was going to be a beautiful day later on as the sun warmed up the cool spring breeze.

You threw on your favorite comfiest pair of (favorite bottoms) and a f/c tank top for the day. Topping it off with a light jacket you could take off when you got to the park and it'd had a chance to warm up outside.

As Damien pulled into the driveway you quickly made yourself and him a cup of coffee. The door to your home opened freely as he waltz in. Practically a routine at this point. Every year you two went to (insert favorite amusement park) as soon as the weather shifted from winter to spring where you lived.

You quickly slung your backpack over your shoulder.

"Don't worry about that."

Damien lifted the backpack up off of you and onto him, "I've got it. You shouldn't have to carry that."

You sigh and roll your eyes, shooting him a playful look, "Yea because it's soooo heavy."

Damien playfully shot back, "God damn you packing for three days at (favorite amusement park) or fucking Coachella?"

You smack his arm and laugh, "Shut up! It's not that much."

After handing Damien the keys to your place you go to grab two coffees and head out the door. He quickly locks it behind you and follows you out to his still idling car. The thunk of the metal trunk felt oddly nostalgic at this point for you. Soft worn leather greeted your palms as you relaxed into the seat, hands at both sides. Your fingers shift to the seat controls to lean it back.

The smell of gasoline roaring in an old engine and fresh coffee dances on Damien's nose. He quickly reaches for his cup, unmistakable from yours.

"I'll never get why you prefer black coffee and sugar." You crinkle your nose in disgust at his monstrous coffee.

"Someone's gotta stay awake for this drive princess." He smirks down at your little passenger princess cove.

Over the years you'd practically made that seat your second home. Little charms you'd hung from the mirror/sun visor dangled above. Swaying with the turn he'd begun to take. While a cute f/c heart shaped air freshener sat on your side of the AC in the car. Stickers from your excursions littered the dashboard in front of your knees. His passenger car seat had you written all over it. The only thing missing being your name written out on it.

"Want your blanket before we hit the highway?"

You hummed thoughtfully, "hmm, I think I'll have to take you up on that. I might take a nap on the way over. You know this drive always— always—yahhh"

Your sentence was interrupted by a large yawn. Arms stretched far above your head like a cat stretching after basking in the sunlight. Damien while at a red light took the opportunity to use his longer reach to grab the f/c blanket lying in the back seat.

He gently placed it over you and you eagerly sprawled it over yourself.

Breathing slowed.

The engine hummed.

The cool breeze passed through the crack in Damien's window.

You hadn't even drank your coffee yet.

Typical you move.

Damien smiled down at you as you snoozed away the drive. Your body only occasionally stirring when an asshole on the road ahead slammed down their brakes causing Damien to have to do the same. Thankful he didn't wake you he sighed in relief.

As you took the last exit off the highway your body instinctively stirred, "Rise and shine gorgeous."

"We're here."

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